Breath. Caught in my throat. Life. There is no hope. Pain. It's all I feel. Something. I wish was real. Time. Im running out. Cry. No time to pout. Blood. It stains my wrist. Please. Just one last kiss Hope. There is none left. Love. Its not a gift. I. Just want to die. Please. Dont make me cry. Im. So Sick Of LIFE
K a y l a s a u r o u s · Thu Jun 26, 2008 @ 01:59am · 3 Comments |